Forsaken: A Brother's Best Friend Romance (Gritt Family Book 2)

by Gabrielle G.

  Except, she stripped, and she now only has black lace underwear on. I’m generous in calling it underwear. It’s a Brazilian thong with a fringe of black lace and a bra that has one side see through and the other not. It doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination while displaying her ass and tits.

  She’s just standing there, waiting for my reaction, her eyes glued to my dick, biting her lip. Of course, my dick likes it.

  I’ve never seen a woman sexier than Sal right now.

  “Why were you texting me, Chris?”

  She hooks her thumb in her panties and motions to remove them.

  I shake my head. She continues pushing them down.

  “Stop, Sal. Just stop.” My voice is hoarse, dripping with desire. Thankfully, she obeys my request.

  I’m so in lust I hurt.

  It hurts my dick, my brain, my heart.

  I can’t fuck her.

  She’s drunk, she’s Aaron’s sister, she’s my friend, she’s…

  It should be enough, but it’s not.

  She removes her thumb from her panties and brings her index finger to her mouth. She’s grinning, looking at me with amused eyes while biting her finger.

  I don’t have a good feeling about this, and I know I’m right when her finger abandons her lips to slowly fall on her chin and trails down her body, circling one breast and another, drawing an infinity sign, before zigzagging on her stomach and disappearing in her panties.

  I grunt, thinking of where her finger might be now.

  Her eyes never leave me.

  “Are you okay, Chris?” she taunts while I see her hand moving up and down the lace. “If not, you can leave…” I wish I could, but there is no other place I’d rather be at this exact moment.

  “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

  She gives me a one-shoulder shrug.

  “I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I know what I would like to get in me.”

  And that’s when I lose it.

  I take my T-shirt by the hem and lift it up over my head. I’m not twenty anymore, but I work out enough to know that I have a pretty good body.

  The way Sal licks her lips tells me she likes it. I push down my pants and step out of them, leaving myself in black briefs with my massive erection pointing out of it.

  “Be careful what you wish for, Snot,” I tell her, bringing my hand to my dick and pumping it through my underwear. She snort-laughs, throwing her head back and offering a neck I would love to cream on.

  “You’re seriously going to call me Snot when I have two fingers deep inside me and wishing they were yours?”

  Shit, she talks dirty. Precum falls on my fingers. I’m not sure I can touch her without coming right away.

  “Did you have sex with him tonight?” Him being Calvin. I can’t say his name right now. I don’t want him in whatever is happening between us, but I need to know because I can’t stand thinking someone else touched her, and I sure need her to take a shower if he did.

  “Is that why you blew up my phone?” She moans. “Were you jealous?”

  I stroke harder when I see her bucking her hips and increasing the pace. She’s about to come, and I don’t have any more answers than before she came home. I close the distance between us and yank her hand from her panties. In one movement I throw her onto her bed and hover over her. Nose to nose, lips to lips, my dick almost touching her. I nudge her leg with my knee and place it just at her entrance.

  Enough that I can feel her heat, but I’m still not touching her.

  “Did you fuck him tonight, Sal?” I ask, my lips floating on hers.

  “Why do you need to know?” She breathes, bringing her core closer to my knee to give herself some release. I move my knee back, not letting her do so.

  “Because if I’m about to fuck you, I’d prefer that nobody else touched you tonight. I can still walk away and jerk off in my bedroom, or I can fuck you all night. What is it going to be, Snot?” She shivers. My dick is screaming for its freedom, but I ignore him. I need to know I’m the only one she wants.

  “I. Dumped. Him,” she says, taking a bite of my soul.

  As if those were the secret words to open the forbidden kingdom she represents. I lash myself into her, not fucking caring that we’re grieving, that she’s a friend, that I fucked one of her brothers and the other is my best friend, that my dead fiancé was right.

  There would be time to think about all this tomorrow, but for the moment, I want her, her lips, her cunt, anything that would stop the ache between my legs.

  I push my tongue into her mouth, demanding her full abandonment by coaxing her to submission with a kiss. It’s messy, dirty and so much of what I need to punish her for going out with that fucking idiot.

  She reaches for my length, but I take her hand and bring it over her head, imprisoning it with her other arm on the top of the bed. While I hold her tight, my free hand cups her cunt, and she whimpers under my touch. I push her underwear aside and slide a finger inside her while sucking on her nipple through the lace of her bra. When her juice starts to drip over my palm, I finally free my cock, coat it with her essence and get inside her in a harsh, strong thrust.

  My dick hasn’t felt that alive in a long time.

  “Kiss me,” Sal begs for my lips on her. So I do. I kiss her breasts, her jaw, her earlobe. She tries to free herself from my grip, but I don’t let her.

  I fuck her harder for trying.

  She gasps, and I bite her lower lip.

  “Would your fuck boy have you this way, Sal? Did any man before take you the way I have?”

  I want her to admit I’m the best she has ever had.

  I want her to know all her fuck boys have nothing on me.

  I want her to scream my name louder than she ever screamed any other man’s name.

  So I pounce into her until her lungs are about to explode, bringing her to climax by drilling him out of her mind.

  And when her walls close up on me, and I feel her forsaking herself to me, I let go myself, filling her with my cum.

  My body shudders, but I already know it isn’t about my orgasm.

  The pit in my stomach is too present to be ignored.

  I just fucked Sal as a punishment for tempting me when I should have made love to her.

  Without saying a word, I kiss her forehead and slip into her bathroom to wash up, not able to look at my reflection in the mirror but not able to totally regret what just happened either.

  15

  Salomé

  There is nothing better to sober you up than dirty, rough sex with the man you’ve loved all your life.

  I could blame Adam and his stupid idea of giving me liquid courage to go after what I wanted.

  But I’m grown up enough to know not to put the blame on my adult nephew.

  I fucked up.

  I tempted Chris, lured him, and now he’s regretting it.

  I kind of do, too.

  Over the years, my first-time fantasy with Chris was different.

  The romantic virgin I was thought of candles, rose petals and slow lovemaking.

  The horny college student I had become thought of dirty, forbidden sex against the barn.

  The adult I am, knew it would be complicated but hoped for something a little sweeter than what just happened.

  I got punished by his dick.

  It was great but not what I was expecting.

  I hear him talking to himself in the bathroom, wondering what he has done and, more about facing me and discussing what happened between us. I pretend to be asleep, still in the underwear he didn’t take the time to remove to fuck me.

  As much as my heart beats faster when I feel the bed dip behind me, it breaks right away when I don’t feel him come closer to me.

  He’s sleeping in my bed by obligation.

  I don’t move or show him how his actions are hurting me.

  I just stay still.

  He turns around a few times, mumbling and apparently, not finding sleep.
When he still doesn’t seek me out, I cry silently.

  He finally falls asleep, a little after five.

  Slipping out of bed, I reach for the first clothes I find and open my closet slowly to make sure I don’t wake him up.

  I take my duffel and shove whatever I can grab into it.

  I do the same with my underwear drawer.

  Looking at him, I can see the distress on his face even while he’s sleeping.

  What the fuck have we done?

  Before taking my keys, phone and wallet, I scribble a note to put on my pillow, explaining where I’m going and why.

  By the time my phone rings and I let it go to voicemail, I’m thirty minutes away from my parents’ house in upstate New York.

  I almost turned back when I realized I was wearing his T-shirt.

  I almost stopped the car when I realized what it would do to him to have me leave in the middle of the night, but I continued nonetheless, when I thought of what it would do to me to have him walk out of my life because we slept together.

  Better to leave first than to be left behind.

  I can’t allow him to break my heart again.

  I want him to hate me, so I’ll stop loving him.

  I need to be the one walking away before he leaves for Miami.

  And the only place I can go is home.

  A four-hour drive is long when you’re emotionally drained and sexually exhausted. By the time I make it to my parents, all I want is to do is crash, but my sister-in-law is waiting at the end of the driveway with a coffee.

  I know exactly what happened.

  Chris woke up, found the note where I told him how sorry I was to have seduced him and that I was going home to give him space.

  He called me, and when I didn’t pick up, he called Aaron, undoubtedly told him I was on my way home and surely explained what happened, but maybe not in detail.

  I slow down the car and put my window down.

  “Are you the first troll I need to kill to go home, Alane? I’m not in the mood for a lecture.” Alane hands me coffee through the window.

  “Scooch over,” she says, opening the driver’s side door. “You don’t want to go up there. Barn and Aaron are fighting about you. Aaron’s pissed because you slept with Chris. Barn’s pissed because Chris slept with you.”

  “My parents?” I ask while I take the passenger seat.

  “Exchanging money for a bet your mother lost…” She shrugs.

  My parents love to bet on our lives.

  They wait for us to nervously sweat and announce something we think they might take the wrong way, and then they usually say “about time” and exchange money because they bet on who we had sex with, what situation we were into, what school we wanted to attend, whatever we did that they thought they could make a few bucks between themselves.

  Alane put the car in reverse and drives away from the farm.

  “You want to talk about it?”

  “Yes. No. I don’t know?” I wince.

  I feel like I’m a teenager again having done something stupid.

  Well, it was kind of stupid, but I should be able to own it and talk about it.

  “Listen, Sal, I’m not going to lecture you. The way I see it? You’re an adult, he’s an adult and whatever happened is between you and Chris. Now, if you want to talk about it, I’m good with secrets.” She winks. “I always was.”

  Alane and I are nine years apart. I hated her when I was a little girl because she was stealing my brother away from me, but I’ve learned to appreciate her since she’s been back in his life. She’s great, and she’s always trying to be on my side. She says that as women surrounded by stubborn men, we have to help each other. I’ve seen her fight for my niece, Hailey, when she was arguing with Aaron about which college she should attend. Those kids are lucky to have such a great stepmom after the self-absorbed mother they were dealt with.

  “I know I can confide in you. I’m not sure I’m ready to though. I haven’t slept yet, and I’m exhausted.”

  “The sex was that good?” she asks with a naughty edge. “I always wondered how Chris was in bed.”

  “It was rough,” I tell her, not really knowing why I’m sharing this information.

  “Rough can be really good.”

  “It was more punitive than rough,” I say, looking through the window.

  “Oh. Were you a bad girl, Sal?” She laughs. Alane has no problem talking about sex. She was in the BDSM scene in Phoenix, and I don’t think she does any of those things with my brother—and I really don’t want to know if they do—but she’s really open on the subject. Because I can’t tell her how the way he fucked me felt punitive without explaining what happened, I tell her everything while we drive around town.

  “So,” she says once we’re parked over the lookout where hundreds of teenagers lost their virginity—me included, “if I got that correctly, he was blowing up your phone with texts while he thought you were on a date with another man, when you were, in fact, with my son having supper?” I nod.

  “And my son told you that for a guy to send such texts, it means he wants to fuck you.” I nod again.

  “So, you went home a little tipsy and seduced said man.” I nod again. “But you didn’t rape him. I mean, he was consenting, right?”

  “Yes, of course, it didn’t even take much work on my part, to be honest.”

  “Show me the texts.” She holds her palm out for my phone. “I need to know what we’re talking about when I go head to head with your brother.” I give her my phone after unlocking it and show her the fifteen texts I received last night.

  “Exhibit A,” she says in a lawyer’s voice, “‘Sal, where do you keep your secret stash of chocolate?’ That’s innocent enough.”

  “Except, I told him I wasn’t hiding chocolate the night before… So, I didn’t answer.”

  “Text number 2: ‘You could have told me you had plans tonight, I hate being alone at home *sad emoji*.’ That’s guilting you big time.”

  “Are you going to comment on them all? Because, in that case, maybe you shouldn’t read them…”

  “Let me read them real quick. Okay the one mentioning the hotel, he was imagining you having sex?”

  ”Read it to me again.”

  “‘I hope you didn’t go to a hotel on my account…’”

  “Oh yeah, that was a good one, but read the last one.”

  “‘I’ll wait for you in your bed, sorry not sorry.’ So was he in your bed when you got home?”

  “He was waiting for me but not in my bed. I really don’t know what he would have done if I had come home with Calvin.”

  “A threesome? But push the tattoo artist from the bed at one point.” She laughs. “Look, clearly, he feels something for you, but he lost his fiancé two weeks ago, and I do believe his mind is all fucked up. Barn told me you had feelings for him for a while, and I’m sure all that has happened hasn’t been easy on you. School is out for the summer. Why don’t you stay around, and you and I can spend some time together and build you back up? You can stay with your parents or at our house; Hailey is not coming back for a while, going to a basketball training camp and then traveling with some friends. I’ll be glad to have female company.”

  “I’m not staying at Aaron’s if he’s mad…”

  “It’s Aaron, he can’t stay mad at you forever, and I’m for sure going to make him see the light about how any of this is not his business… Now, you need to sleep, Sal. Let’s take you to the farm and sleep it off because you can be sure the whole family is going to discuss it tonight. Dex and Luke were on their way when you pulled up. It’s going to be a shitshow. I hope Chris is not dumb enough to show up.”

  She continues speaking, but sleep overtakes me. Next thing I feel is someone carrying me into a bed and covering me with a blanket. I know it’s Luke, he’s the only one strong enough to hold me.

  I wake up a few hours later due to screams coming from downstairs. When Luke brought me up, he had the d
ecency to leave me in my old childhood bedroom and not my second room over the garage where Chris was getting ready for his wedding and where we slept in the same bed for the first time. I appreciate the gesture.

  “You’re going to wake her up.” My mother says downstairs.

  “Well, it’s time she faces what the fuck she did!” Aaron.

  “Seriously, we’re saying Chris is the victim here?” Dex.

  “I'm saying she knew he was grieving and certainly took advantage of him!” Aaron.

  “You’re fucking ridiculous. Chris fucked our sister, and it went so well that she ran away in the middle of the night, but she’s the one to blame?” Barn.

  “Boys, I don’t think this is any of your business,” Dad.

  “I did tell her they weren’t in the right place to let anything happen,” Mom.

  “It’s just because you didn’t want to lose the bet!” Dad.

  “You bet on that?” Luke.

  “You’re not going upstairs!” Barn.

  “Let’s kick some sense into her!” Aaron.

  “Aaron Jax Gritt, make one move, and I will cut your balls,” Alane.

  “And you’d better tell your boy not to come here, or I will punch him,” Barn.

  “Since when do you defend Salomé over Chris?” Aaron.

  “Since he fucked our sister. She changed her life for him so many times, and all he does is use her,” Barn.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” Aaron.

  I sigh knowing the only way to calm everybody down is to appear at the top of the stairs and tell them my version of the event.

  Thankfully, someone brought my bag up.

  I change and toss Chris’ shirt in the corner of my room, trying to mentally block out the fight from downstairs.

  Emotions are running high, and I think they are more upset about this than I am.

  I really didn’t think coming home would start a civil war between my brothers.

  Well, it seems Aaron is outnumbered, but still.